WWF- SUBMISSION

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Submission simply means yielding, giving up oneself to somebody, a cause or something. Basically, submission can be categorized into two, viz: forced and willing.

Forced submission is a situation whereby one is made to do something forcefully against one’s will. While Willing submission is when someone sees reason why to be given to something and do just that from the heart.

See, God wants for all people to willingly submit themselves to Him, without being forced. God of the Bible is not like other gods, who are no gods at all, who make people to follow them forcefully. No, He does not do that. It’s not His nature. He loves mutual understanding above other things. He is a fan of willingness, not subjection.
God of the Bible normally approaches everybody with the desire for them to willingly submit to Him. But not cooperating with this will bring one to forced submission before God in the end. At last those that are not submitted to Jesus Christ willingly will experience forced submission, especially during His millennial reign… But this will not lead to their salvation. It will be too late by then. All that rejected Jesus Christ, to willingly make Him their Lord and Saviour, shall finally be cast into the lake that burns with fire and brimstone.

Matthew 21:42&44

42 Jesus saith unto them, Did ye never read in the scriptures, The stone which the builders rejected, the same is become the head of the corner: this is the Lord’s doing, and it is marvellous in our eyes?

44 And whosoever shall fall on this stone shall be broken: but on whomsoever it shall fall, it will grind him to powder.

Isaiah 45:22-23

22 Look unto Me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth: for I am God, and there is none else.

23 I have sworn by Myself, the word is gone out of My mouth in righteousness, and shall not return, That unto Me every knee shall bow, every tongue shall swear.

Philippians 2:9-11

9 Wherefore God also hath highly exalted Him, and given Him a name which is above every name:

10 That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth;

11 And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father…

…to be continued

Pst Funmi Adebayo
The Simple Life of Christ Ministry

Poetry in Pottery 2

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I held each piece in my palms, one piece at a time as if examining each piece.

“Read it out loud, ” said the potter. “what good is poetry if it is not read out loud? ” Scoffing he added, “It is no prose! ”

I picked one piece up and aloud I read :

Some things I’m going to do today
I’m going to look back tomorrow
And find them funny

Then I’ll ask God, why do I find these things funny?
And He’ll reply, ”You’re okay”
“Hmmm,” said the potter, urging me on.

I picked up another piece and again aloud I read :
Every child leaves a signature behind
A mark that says they were once here
That they had grown up there

Being upset over a child staining a sheet for example
Is as empty as getting furious over the natural order of things

 

haha “You see it? If parents are capable of overlooking the mess of their children, how much more capable is God!”

Picking up another piece, I read on :
I have often wished I could rewind tapes of time
That I could check in back in time and unsay that word

Unfall in that love or unwalk down that lane
Unbreak that certain plate or unbutton that passion, at that time

But it never happens
It is at such times that I know it is only God
Only Him can truly do all things
“And this is all my handwriting! In fact it seems I’ve been reading out my own life!”

“Did you think I would give you someone else’s life to read out? ”

I was so awed I wanted to take the pottery pieces home but I figured I already have my life.

On my way home, looking back for a second at the house , it appeared as though it was the one up for sale 😀

I blinked and saw it had been a product of my imagination, perhaps an aftermath of my magical experience some minutes ago.

A woman walked out of the house, holding up a clay jar in her arms, with a child tagging along, and I wondered if she was shown what I had been shown.

Then I thought:

Everyone gets to be taught
In a way they can uniquely understand.